sometimes it’s a shame sometimes it’s game losin’ sleep, trying to decide, who is to blame sometimes it is me sometimes it is not the one who does not deserve, all that he has got sometimes you can run sometimes you can hide but you can’t get away from the feelings, buried deep inside sometimes you can see sometimes you can hear all that goes on around you, it seems perfectly clear somebody might tell you somebody might not of a love that is growing, or of a love that now rots somewhere beyond words somewhere i can’t tell it might be in heaven, it might be in h-ll.. sallysally@usa.net